| I’ma make you love me, baby
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| That’s right
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| Back in it, back in it
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| They’ve been waiting for a minute so I gotta show 'em now
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| It’s the Young Don, Papi with the goldie sounds
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| Can’t no PhD nigga slow me down
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| Ohla schooled me to the game, told me, «Do my thang»
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| Three years later, everybody know my name
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| Make shorty kiss her, hand rubbing on her coochi
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| And I keep a cannon just in case we make a movie
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| And I keep a lawyer just in case they wanna sue me
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| Stay humble, stay low, blood like Hootie
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| I don’t wear Nudie, never wear Truey
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| If her box red then I know that pussy chewy
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| Legend in the makin', matter of fact, already made it
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| I don’t wanna hear complainin', tell the Lord he could save ya
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| If I die today then it better be a holiday
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| And whoever kill me better hide away, Young Don
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| I can’t, can’t stop, I can’t, can’t stop
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| If I wanted to, if I wanted to
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| I walk the walk so be careful who
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| You talking to, you talking to
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| If you single now like a dollar bill
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| Say, «Hallelujah, hallelujah»
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| I can’t, can’t stop, I can’t, can’t stop |
| If I wanted to, if I wanted to
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| I’ma make you love me, baby
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| I’ma make you love me, baby
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| I’ma make you love me, baby
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| I thought I told you that we won’t stop
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| I got a shorty in Harlem, another one in the 'Stuy
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| A few more in the bush, you know that garden gets chopped
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| Free the homies that’s locked, you know I’m picking the locks
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| The game driving me insane, purple rain in a coffee cup
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| Every time I shop, you know I gotta double up
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| Cuban link (Double up), pinky ring (Double up)
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| Two girls, double trouble, and they got the bubble bubble
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| Whoa nelly, this ain’t that country grammar
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| This that 2Pac with the Red Wing jersey spit on cameras
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| This that part when Tony met the dealers in Havana
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| This that moment I’ve been waiting for, I’m ready, I’m ready
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| I got 99 problems and a hater ain’t one
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| Two nines loaded and I’m tryin' to hit somethin'
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| If I die today then it better be a holiday
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| And whoever kill me better hide away, Young Don
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| I can’t, can’t stop, I can’t, can’t stop
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| If I wanted to, if I wanted to
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| I walk the walk so be careful who |
| You talking to, you talking to
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| If you single now like a dollar bill
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| Say, «Hallelujah, hallelujah»
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| I can’t, can’t stop, I can’t, can’t stop
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| If I wanted to, if I wanted to
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| I’ma make you love me, baby
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| I’ma make you love me, baby
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| I’ma make you love me, baby |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can't Stop , by - Bodega Bamz. Song from the album ALL EYEZ OFF ME, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп